(and another month!)
When I wrote the last of these letters three months ago I finished off with one request, that you let me have a few more cuddles. Thank you so much for listening and completely changing into a little Mummy’s girl who wants to be in my arms or on my lap all of the time. I have loved the cuddles that we have had recently and it is just amazing. Sometimes it is a bit too much, and especially at the moment when I have a bad back and you don’t understand why I am unable to lift you up it can be quite difficult but I can usually talk (or tickle) you out of any grump.
Today you learned to jump with both feet off the floor. As we hollered and cheered you were so happy I thought my heart would burst. You did it again and again, insisting on a count down each and every time. You have learned to run and off you go, with me stood behind covering my eyes and you wobble your way down the road. Still full of life and fearless you chase me and your dad and brother as much as you can. You are always climbing, and scare me on a daily basis with your latest trick.
Over Christmas you had a huge leap with your language, suddenly we had three letter sentences and you were surprising us all by explaining things to us with your lists of words. And again in the last couple of weeks you are suddenly talking all the time. We get up in the morning and you tell me your nappy needs changing, that you are cold and want a jumper, that you need your slippers. You say that you are going downstairs and that it is dark. You go into the kitchen and tell me to turn on the light then go to the fridge and tell me what you want to drink. You tell me if you are hungry and what you would like to eat and then you go into the front room and ask for a cuddle and insist I sit down next to you and then you request what you want to watch on the television (Maker. House.*). You are a bossy little thing and I really don’t mind (at least we don’t get meltdowns when I don’t understand what you want) but I would prefer it if it wasn’t AT 5am EVERY DAY.
You have moved into Piran’s old room and Piran’s old bed. He has a bigger one now and you are out of your cot and in a real bed. You weren’t too sure to start with but now you love it. You won’t get in the easy way you have to climb. I love that your bedtime routine has changed and we have more stories and cuddles and every night that I put you to bed we lay in your bed in the dark and we sing songs together. I ask what you want and you tell me ‘blacksheephaveyouanywoo” is Baa Baa Black Sheep. ‘littlestar’ is Twinkle Twinkle and ‘bubblepop’ is I have a Little Turtle. I sing you our bedtime song and you say ‘nanight uv ooo’ and it is one of the best moments of my day. We have to close your door or you get out onto the landing in the morning and either wander in to wake Piran or last Saturday you hit me repeatedly on the head with a book shouting “READ MUMMY”.
You spontaneously tell me that you love me ‘luv oo mummy’ and you are very happy to give me kisses. You love to sing songs and dance. Anything with actions and a tune is your favourite thing. You mimic your brother continuously. Sometimes I really wish you wouldn’t but oh you are so cute it is hard to tell you when you do or say things you shouldn’t. You love nursery and are happy in any situation. You have a habit of throwing tantrums when you don’t get what you want but they never last long. You are always singing or chatting to yourself. You have a huge appetite and usually have three breakfasts at least. Mind you when we are up that early I have to have at least two myself!
If I ask you to put your coat on you will say NO and turn away but if I say lets go outside you throw yourself into your coat and shoes. You can dress your bottom half including socks and shoes. You still love wearing your Gruffalo hat. You occasionally take exception to an item of clothes that I put you in but mostly you are not bothered. You don’t get tights and it frustrates you no end that when you pull them they don’t pop off like your socks do. You are usually a bit grubby. You do not like having your nappy changed. You hate anything in your hair, no clips or bands or bobbles. I miss your pigtails and I had to cut your hair because it was getting wild and you wouldn’t let me do anything with it. You don’t like it being brushed, or washed, or when I stroke it.
You have a number of stuffed animals that are all called Bubba. You have two big monkeys that are your favourites and the rest are lambs and rabbits. You usually carry three at a time. That bit seems important. You can count to five.
We think that you are completely and utterly amazing. You drive us mad with your crying and whinging some times and it wasn’t nice when you were ill because you were so sad. You pushed me in the kitchen and I twisted and made my back worse. You are strong and fierce. You hold your own with your brother. You are best of friends and you love each other very much. On the rare occasion that you are here and he is not you wander dejected around the house saying “Pur-run” over and over. If you get a drink or a snack you always get one for him too.
The very strange black video below is a recording of me putting you to bed last week. I don’t think that it will be of interest to anyone else but it is special to me and I wanted to record it somewhere. Listening back to it was a really special moment for me.
Love Mum x
*Mr Maker in his house. Not Mister Maker out in the Maker Mobile. Not if I know what is good for me. You get that from your brother.